This is the tale of a man who valued his life at ten shillings—and then at nothing, because he had no change. A man was rescued from drowning on an Auckland beach by members of one of the surf clubs. In the flurry of a second call soon after, he, little the worse for his adventure, walked away unnoticed. The following Sunday members of the surf club were collecting donations to help them save more lives. They came to one car, a passenger of which informed them that they would be able to get a donation there, because one of the others in the vehicle had been rescued the previous week by that very club. The spirits of the members rose—for collecting is a thankless job—and so did their expectations. The man put his hand in his pocket—and pulled out a ten-shilling note. The members’ eyes brightened. The man, however, put his hand back into his pocket, and then with a bright smile he who, but for the efforts of members and others of the club, would have been the guest of Neptune, said, “Sorry, I have no change.”
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Southland Times, Issue 22488, 24 January 1935, Page 8
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